My dad’s name is Earl. Here we are in the late 60’s. Dad is obviously in the centre. I am on the left and my twin sister, Andrea is on the right. We might have just woken Dad up from a nap, during which we put a teddy bear beside him and a blankie over him. I wonder now if he was awake the whole time we were doing that.
I won’t get to see Dad this year. I was planning on calling him this morning, but he fell and broke his hip a few days ago. He had surgery yesterday. He is 83 and has Alzheimers and I am feeling more than a little worried. If you are someone who prays, please put in a word for his recovery.
Since it is Father’s Day, I’m sure that most of you would agree that Atticus Finch is THE best Dad in literature. And when I think of Atticus Finch, I see Gregory Peck.
Another great Dad, who loved unconditionally and did a lot with very little was Danny’s Dad, William, in Roald Dahl’s Danny the Champion of the World.
This is a Dahl book that doesn’t get read as much as the others, but is definitely worth reading.
And how about the Knuffle Bunny Dad by Mo Willems? That man has the patience of Job.
Or the Dad in Jane Yolen’s Owl Moon?
Sneed B. Collard III takes a different twist with Animal Dads.
What are your favorite Dad books?
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